I love old cemeteries, especially those found in the lovely antiquated cities of the South. It must have something to do with the droopy tress, Spanish Moss and the idea that something or someone could be lurking behind one of those massive headstones ... very reminiscent of John Berendt's Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Don't you think?
My sister and I visited this particular cemetery in Charleston a couple of years ago. We share a love of these spooky places and took so many pictures I wore out my battery.
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